My Neighborhood Watch #77 - Reporting Events Around us

Dear steemain friends,
I'm @azit1980
From #bangladesh
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Tell us about those life events/Activities happening in your neighborhood.

I am sharing one of the many incidents that have happened in my life. A football competition is organized in our village. Those who were involved in this event are our union chairman, members and local dignitaries. But the event was very enjoyable and about a thousand people watched our game. The game is mainly organized between Muslims and Hindus. We have been playing match games since about seven. But happily, we Hindus won every game. The Muslim side did not win a single match. There was no communalism between Hindus and Muslims in our village. Still, we say we are Hindus. But one thing is that I was mediocre at this game. It is not right to make a name for myself, I was the best football player in our village. But unfortunately, they have no chance of winning that day. I came to know from a secret source that he would hurt me in any way. I had two to three people around me during the game, then I realized I had to play it safe no matter what. Otherwise, the Muslim side has to concede so that they win the game. I gave many concessions, still they did not win. The most memorable thing in my life is five people coming to my house in the evening to kill me. Later my mother asked me to go home. Later I went to my uncle's house as I said. After ten days at my uncle's house, I came home.

Another incident happened in my life: This happened when I was working in a company in Dhaka city. I went to the bank for company work and will withdraw the money and deposit it in another bank. Some people in a micro bus in the middle of the road when I left for another bank to withdraw money from the bank, He came in front of me and took the micro bus. Then he handcuffs me and blindfolds me. Inside the micro bus hurt me a lot. They keep me under their feet right where they are sitting in the micro bus. I think this may be the last day of my life. Again, taking about 15 to 20 km away from Dhaka city Hurts a lot. I was kicked off the micro bus and thrown into Bill while blindfolded and handcuffed behind my back. I survived because of my mother's blessing and God's infinite grace. I still feel scared when a private car or micro bus passes by me.

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@azit1980

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